Another month, another victory for Nozzer. OOM virtually wrapped up.
The skins is always an interesting tournament, you can play like utter dog doo for 17 holes and then win the whole thing with one lucky shot. This was nearly the case for PK. He chipped in from about 30 yards on the 18th which very nearly locked up 8 skins and the match. It didn’t though because on the 17th par 3 after all 4 of us had hit the green. Only one person had the nerves of steel and flair in their game to sink the putt from about 35 feet for the birdie and a lovely little cash pot. In all honesty it looked in as soon as it left the club face. It was well deserved, after featuring in almost every hole up to that point, it would have been a travesty if PK had won it after a disastrous round.
The event was organised in the usual shambolic way by Miller, he doesn’t understand adding up or BODMAS, so promised more prize money than he collected and donated (again). In addition Vegas John provided some new society assets in the form of a Blues golf shirt and head cover with the loser of the tournament given the dishonour of using these until the next skins. The Blues head cover will look particularly nice on PKs bag. Stonebridge has had refurb since I was last there and the bar was nice. In the morning we had a pretty good breakfast, I dodged a bullet when a gluten containing breakfast was delivered to me, thankfully it looked too nice to be gluten free so I hadn’t tucked in before the waitress realised the error.
The weather was poor at the start of the round and the course was wet. I was wearing my summer shows which rather than being water proof seem to suck up water, by the 9th my feet were so wet that I had to putt out bare foot while I let some air dry out my shoes and socks. I’m sure the Donk will insert a photo of this at some point in 2020 when this match report is published.
Me, new boy Aussie Mike (Finchy?), Donk and PK wrapped up our round, PK finally winning a skin on the last hole to avoid total embarrassment and hit the bar for a quick drink while we waited for the next group to come in. They weren’t far behind us but after an hour when they hadn’t returned we became a little bit tetchy. As ever Millers poor decision making meant the final group had played 4 extra holes to determine the winner of the final skin. This had no difference on the eventual outcome and was an utter waste of time. The first group all went home and I waited for Bruce.
Donk took down the dog and Aussie Mike the shark – I have both of these in my well stocked trophy cabinet now. I can barely contain my excitement at having skins wallet privileges in Portugal for 5 days.
Prize monies were:
Noz: £14
Juice: £6.25
Vegas John :£6
Miller: £5.75
Boyce £4.50
Donk: £4
Aussie Mike: £3
PK: £1.50
